Great Dao Ji

The sky is filled with mist.

In the netherworld, a group of demons and ghosts were still in shock, still running away.

Yan Xiake and others stood among the ruins, looking at the rolling mist in the distance, and were momentarily lost in thought.

Who wins and who loses?

"Master Yan, what should we do?"

Wei Shaoyou's heart was churning and he was a little at a loss.

His conjecture was so terrifying that he was suffocating at this time and did not even dare to speak out.

Yan Xiake never looked at him, but still looked at Netherworld City from a distance, and said in a low voice:

"wait!"

This netherworld is like a cage. If no one leads the way, even the soul cannot enter or exit. All they can do at this time is wait.

Beyond that, there's simply nothing they can do.

Taoist Mingxin was sitting cross-legged among the ruins. He took out a classic book from somewhere and kept turning it over, muttering something in his mouth:

"Sacrifice to the Lord of the Netherworld Palace, Sacrifice to the Lord of the Netherworld Palace"

Wow~

On the bottom of the netherworld, the huge dragon head raised and fell, and a hint of disappointment appeared in its violent scarlet eyes.

Why stop?

Keep fighting

He roared in his heart, causing the entire Netherworld Sea to shake slightly.

He didn't know who this sudden Taoist was, but he had already seen after a collision that this Taoist was definitely not an ordinary person, so Xie Qishen might not be able to defeat him because of his burdens.

But things did not change according to his will.

"Um?"

An Qisheng's heart moved slightly.

He knew that this 'good' was not meant for him, but for another 'person'.

Because, as Xie Qi's words fell to the ground.

Instead of sitting with his back facing him, Hei Wuchang, who had been silent for thousands of years, slowly raised his head.

They were clearly sitting with their backs facing each other. According to the orientation, Hei Wuchang should not be seen at all.

But An Qisheng saw it.

Black and impermanent, not too dark, with a bronze complexion, and a pair of dark eyes without any white on the high bridge of his nose. After a trace of confusion, he slowly regained his clarity.

Then, An Qisheng heard Hei Wuchang's first words after his recovery:

"Brother Qi, stop it first."

His voice was hoarse and sharp, like two iron stones rubbing against each other, harsh, yet exuding vitality, just like the rising sun or the earth after a thunderstorm.

If the white impermanence Xie Qi is the condensed energy of complete death, and the black impermanence is the gathering of all vitality.

The two of them are both known as the messengers of life and death.

Interdependent and mutual restraint, it is precisely because of this subtle connection that Xie Qifang can carry his own origin and maintain the last ray of energy of Hei Wuchang.

Until then, there was no chance of resurrection.

"Black and Impermanent"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, Xie Qi's stop was naturally because of this black impermanence.

In the world today, he is probably the only one who can change Xie Qi's desire to take action.

However, this is not a good thing for Xie Qi, because the burden of carrying two people with one person's origin is too great for him.

In fact, if this were not the case, the aftermath of that collision would not have spread to Netherworld City.

It's just that he doesn't want to affect Hei Wuchang's resurrection.

"Old Eight"

Xie Qi gently called his brother's name, a gentle smile appeared on his cold face.

Just like the elder brother who dotes on his younger brother in ordinary people, he no longer has the slightest indifference or murderous intention.

If the monsters and monks who had died under his hands for countless years saw this scene, they would probably doubt their lives.

In fact, the big demon at the bottom of the netherworld was so stunned that he almost thought he had seen the wrong person.

"Brother Qi, I've suffered a lot from you over the years."

There was a hint of warmth in Hei Wuchang's voice, as if he had just escaped from a thousand years of silence, capturing every moment of this moment.

"My brother, what did you say?"

Xie Qi shook his head gently and his voice became softer:

"Brother Qi is very happy that you can come back."

Two brothers, one black and one white, sat with their backs facing each other, their voices filled with joy, but unfortunately, maintained by some invisible force, the two could not be separated and could not see each other at all.

With the resurgence of Hei Wuchang and the resurgence of his aura, Xie Qi's aura began to slowly fall back. In the end, the two of them maintained an extremely delicate balance.

Just like the sealed space that seals 'Toad', life and death are independent of each other, but also interdependent.

The two brothers talked about their separation and reunion as if no one was around.

An Qisheng stood far away, watching quietly without disturbing or leaving.

After a long time, Xie Qicai looked at An Qisheng again, his eyes calm with a hint of regret:

"Now, I really can't kill you."

For more than a thousand years, or even longer, except for the emperor and the people in the underworld, there seemed to be no one in the world worthy of his action.

Even An Qisheng didn't care much about it before he really competed.

In the long years, he has seen too many geniuses and too many masters, but no one can be his enemy, and even some people who run rampant in the world will go crazy just by looking at him.

If possible, he really wanted to fight with all his strength against this person whom the Lord of the Palace valued, and decide whether he would live or die.

pity

Feeling the heavy moon-like pressure behind him, his heart gradually calmed down and he just gave up.

"The return of the Eighth Master is a great joy. The Seventh Master still needs to think more about it."

An Qisheng walked up to the top of the city and sighed softly:

"It takes a thousand years of perseverance to get the eighth master back. It would be a pity if we gather together today and leave tomorrow."

From Qin Wuyi's memory, he could see that Xie Qi was a rare and pure person.

There aren't many people like this left in the world.

"Fellow Taoist is the one that Mr. Fu once talked about, right? It's really extraordinary. Even if Seventh Brother doesn't have me as a burden, he may not be able to beat you."

Xie Qi was silent, but Hei Wuchang spoke softly:

"But, you have persuaded the wrong person. The Nether Palace Lord's Festival was my idea from the beginning to the end."

Hei Wuchang slowly raised his head. He was obviously sitting with his back facing each other, but he seemed to be looking directly at An Qisheng.

"you?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

Compared with Xie Qi's famous name, Hei Wuchang seems to have a very low sense of existence. He is taciturn in various legends and has extremely no sense of existence.

Looking at it at this time, I felt it was a bit mysterious.

If you have a dark face, is your heart also dark?

You know, even Qin Wuyi, who has been stationed in the world for more than a thousand years, has no idea about this!

It can be seen how deeply this black impermanence is hidden.

"Among the seven of us, the third brother is the most bookish, but he is upright and stern in his heart. Compared with many devious tricks, he is not as good as me."

Hei Wuchang sighed softly, as if he was remembering the past and organizing his words.

An Qisheng stood at the top of the city, looking at the expressionless black face, a deep ripple appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Between the ripples, a pale brand is slowly taking shape.

As his realm improved, his attainments in the great magical power of entering the dream world became more and more profound, but he still could not easily capture the traces of Xie Qi's destiny.

But once there is a fight, even if it is destiny, it will not be leaked after all, and it will still leave traces in the world.

"Are you spying on us in some way?"

Hei Wuchang's eyes narrowed and he suddenly asked.

"Um?"

Xie Qi frowned slightly, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Although he was unaware of it, he would not doubt Hei Wuchang's judgment. With his eyes lowered, there seemed to be another cold wave coming between heaven and earth.

"How can I see it?"

An Qisheng's heart moved. As Xie Qisheng concentrated, the collection of spiritual imprints from his perspective suddenly slowed down to almost a stop.

But he did not panic, and still looked at the black and white in front of him calmly.

Entering the dream world may not be an invincible method, but Hei Wuchang will never be able to discover it, because in essence, he is still spying on the world.

Pry into the traces they left in heaven and earth, rather than into their mysteries.

So, no one has any feelings about it.

Unless a person can collect all traces of his own existence in heaven and earth, past, present, future, what has happened and what has not happened yet, into himself.

If there really is such a person in this world.

"What a clever method, even if you are close at hand, you are not aware of it."

Hei Wuchang looked An Qisheng up and down, quite amazed:

"If I had magical powers like yours, it would be amazing."

He seemed to have made up his mind on this.

"How can I see it?"

An Qisheng took the trouble to ask again. He could feel that compared to Xie Qi's coldness, Hei Wuchang seemed to be more willing to talk.

This may be his habit, or it may be the reason why he has been silent for more than a thousand years.

"When you peek at us in some way that I can't detect, you can probably guess that we pay more attention to you."

Hei Wuchang smiled softly, his voice no longer hoarse and became calm:

"Although I have fallen into silence, I am not really dead. Everything Brother Qi sees, hears, and thinks will be felt by me. And when I have lost my perception of the outside world, and in the silence and darkness, the only thing I can do is , just watch, think and figure it out over and over again.”

He and Xie Qi are already two sides of the same community to a certain extent. What Xie Qi sees is what he sees.

An Qisheng can also vaguely feel this:

"so what?"

"You came to this world approximately ninety-four years, nine months and thirteen days ago. According to the records in the Book of Life and Death, your body happened to have died ninety-four years ago. I can even deduce The first moment you came to this world"

Hei Wuchang looked calm and spoke slowly:

"Tai Chi Induction Chapter, Tai Chi Bagua Furnace, Tai Chi Magic Power Sanshou, Qi Zhong, Conferred God Stage, one by one, are all your flaws, and it is also from these incidents one by one, I guess you have some way of peeking into other people's secrets

Otherwise, even if you are a genius and a genius comparable to the emperor, you will not be able to reach this level in just ninety years."

Speaking of this, Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows. Those pure black eyes were like the best mirror in the world, reflecting An Qisheng's face and seeming to penetrate his heart.

"Fellow Daoist An, your flaw,

Too many. "

Good night everyone, Gouzi is going to code, don’t wait any longer